His name on her lips, the full words, the almost hint at her Irish heritage in her voice; it was one of his ultimate goals- to release her inhibitions, to distract her to forget- he couldn't help but feel smug. Leaning down to take her mouth again, his hand slipping down to press against the arc of her back, pressing her closer as his other hand almost caressed its way down to her thigh, pulling her in, pulling her closer; quick thrusts, more shallow then before, allowing the erotic brush of skin.
Prodding at her lips, his tongue almost tenderly moving to touch hers, he continued to move, his body, his lips, almost a wave of motion against her, fighting the swirling building release rolling down through his chest, down to his gut.